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| Having to force myself from the presence of The Bridge, I continued on a decreasing Reed's Br. Rd. to its intersection with South River Road. Pavement turned to wide well manicured gravel. Easy to ride and broad enough to let that timber carrying semi pass in peace, if need be. Which there wasn't. Whenever I stopped and cut the engine there was complete quiet. I was far from any major roadway. I was where I wanted to be. |
| Coming from The Bridge |
| Upper River Road following the Calcasieu River |
| Dead end road. All the technology in the world cannot prevent me from finding one. When this happens I hear Dwane Allman singing "there ain't no way out". Always a consideration. Dead enders can yield great returns. (how was that pun?) |
| Picnic Tables and green moss. |
| Gospel Singing Sign |
| Earlier I had mentioned wanting to get out before the "green explosion". Below is one of the reasons for wanting to do this. That green moss on the creek shores would not be seen if the explosion had occurred. Well, maybe if you had looked hard. Fact is, it is easier to see now and it doesn't take a back seat to anything. Again these smaller pictures do not do it justice and it was a bit shady. And.... |
| I had my reasons for taking that picture above. I just can't remember why. If you know, write. |
| If you just like Gospel Singing stop by Buck Shot Hollow and let it rip. The new schedule was not shown. I wonder if they notify by e-mail? I will check into that. |
| I had about three smarty remarks about this sign. It is not a misprint. It is listed on the map as "Dear Farm Rd." Didn't know we raised those. I guess ol' Hank Williams Jr. wasn't making up that "2 legged dear" thing. Those were 2 of the 3. I'll stop. |
| Parked at the picnic area. Where's my chips? Dang. |
| "Ok, Dear, where were you raised?" That was the third. I'll shut up at least on this page. Hit "Next" |
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